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#OTD in 1916 â Easter Rising Dublin | Day 4.
It is the fourth day of the Easter Rising and the remaining rebels are under constant attack. The GPO and Four Courts are being blitzed with machine gun and rifle fire, and large parts of Sackville Street (OâConnell Street) are up in flames. As British authorities come to terms with the situation in Dublin, fierce street to street fighting takes place in parts of Dublin. James Connolly isâŠ
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#16th Irish Division#1916 Easter Rising#Battle of Hulluch#British Army#British Rule#Capel Street#Cathal Brugha#Day Four#Dublin#Eamonn Ceannt#Easter Rising#Germany#GPO#Home Rule#Ireland#Irish Volunteers#James Connolly#John Redmond#Mount Street bridge#O&039;Connell Street#Sackville Street#South Dublin Union#WWI
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THE NEW STREET FURNITURE AND THE CHRISTMAS TREE
HAVE ARRIVED IN CAPEL STREET Capel Street Update! Works continue at the north end of the street with new planters and street furniture being installed! THIS IS CAPEL STREET
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#11 December 2023#Apple#capel street#Christmas#christmas tree#Fotonique#Infomatique#iPhone 12 Pro Max#planters#street furniture#William Murphy
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Reblogging it with the picture addition because it's the first of June.
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Happy pride month đ
Fandom these days is wild.
I remember how Jaydick used to be the go to vanilla, childhood-crush-to-lovers soft ship for young, first time shippers that wanted something simple and completely unproblematic.
Now going by the general consensus if you ship Jaydick you're a fucking freak of nature and you should repent or burn in hell.
#There are more of these in Capel Street but I only have this picture#Brudick#Jaydick#Protecting fandom culture is important#To whoever is writing that fanfiction or drawing that fanart you're not 'doing cringe stuff' or 'being problematic'#You're expressing yourself your identity and your creativity in a way that matters#Yes even when you write a 10k filthy pwp#Yes even when it's a Problematique ship#Problematic is online harassment and racism and terfism and the rise of the new fascism and billionaires holding economy hostage#Not your ship#Do not trust anyone who says otherwise because they just want to police your thoughts feelings and identity & make you miserable#Do not let them do that#Do not let them take away your safe space to express yourself
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Fanfare for Frieren (a fan translation)
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This is the English fan translation of Fanfare for Frieren (ć„é), the accompanying short novella for the opening theme of the Frieren anime, Yuusha by Yoasobi, written by Jirou Kiso with the supervision of manga writer Kanehito Yamada. The images here are from its print/digital version, which has been a bonus from the special edition of Frieren: Beyond Journey's End Volume 12.
Disclaimer: This translation is made by me for fandom purposes only. This unofficial translation is not affiliated with the official Frieren franchise or with Yoasobi. All rights reserved for Frieren: Beyond Journey's End to its respective committees, committee members, staff and rights holders.
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1.
Five years after the death of Himmel the Hero.
Central Lands, the Capelle [1] Region.
A small city, commonly referred to as âMusic Cityâ, was located not far off west of the Royal Capital.
Many renowned musicians, who had established the foundation of court music, went there to study, and they each created orchestras there which continue up to this day. Day and night, orchestral and operatic performances kept theatres crowded, and these performances were well-known in the Central Lands.
The hymns that could be heard from the church also evoked such amicable ties between culture and religion. The singing voices and the performance, both tranquil and powerful, were pleasing to the ears.
Thereâs unexpected magic in places like this, huh, Frieren thought while walking through the streets with light steps.
She couldnât visit this place during her journey to defeat the Demon King, but she thought it would have been nice to have taken a detour on the beginning. The journey started from the Royal Capital to the east, she recalled with a little regret.
To that extent, the city was much of a beautiful and isolated place.
The cobblestone pavements reminded one of a flowing music score, while the radial houses reminded one of a well-organized orchestra. The entire city had this atmosphere of welcoming people, so that there was music there for people to listen to.
There might be a wealth of music-related magic in this place. She wasnât particularly knowledgeable when it comes to music, but folk magic rooted in a distinctive culture was worth collecting for that reason alone.
Following the signboards that were shaped like sheet music and musical instruments, Frieren continued walking.
Just near were an opera house and a museum adjacent to it, and the sound of some rhythm coming from somewhere.
Various sounds overlapped the whole city, however, strangely enough, there was no cacophony at all.
Suddenly, among those sounds, one of the most awkward sounds caught her ear. The timbre sounded like it was carefully walking on ice.
Apparently, a small marching band was passing by in front of the church located in the cityâs center. The boys and the girls were preparing for their practice that day, carrying brass instruments too big for their stature and with more percussion instruments than their hands could handle.
A boy wearing a red feathered military hatâor rather, was made to wear oneâhad this desperate expression as he continued blowing his horn, unconcerned about his reddening face.
Even though from a very young age, all this cityâs people had been living together with music.
The sound the boy made while carefully holding the horn, which was said to be the most difficult instrument in the world for humans to play, was not the clearest at all.
However, sometime in the future, that sound will reverberate gallantly and kindly.
Frieren felt it was a timbre suitable for the city.
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Frieren continued to walk, as if the small orchestra was pushing her back.
The rustling of leaves, the gurgling water of the fountain, the happy hubbub from the cafeteria. All the sounds of nature and the noise of daily lives here and there gave the impression they were all pleasantly tuned.
It might be said she could stay in here for years while exploring the city thoroughly.
In one corner of the city, there stood an old-looking music store. Its appearance, reflecting its long age, made it stand out.
For some reason, she entered the store. It was a place she wouldnât normally stop by, but her feet were strangely drawn into it.
Beyond the storeâs creaking door, however, a strikingly different but still atmosphere hung about.
Beautifully polished wind instruments. Stringed instruments without a speck of dust. They were placed on a cramped space, lined like capillary vessels. The storeâs appearance made it feel like one could hear the breathing of the old craftsman running the store alone.
As she searched for a narrow foothold and was about to head deeper,
âYou.â A voice said. Frieren felt it was a matured voice that carefully aged over many years.
An old man, whose white hair was tied up clumsily, peeked out from the back of the store. His sleeves were still rolled up, as if he was still tending to his instruments a short while ago. She caught a glimpse of the old manâs muscles, which were well-toned for his age.
âYou⊠seemed to have lived a life unconnected to musical instruments.â
Adjusting the monocle on his eye, the old man fixed his gaze on Frieren.
âHow can you tell?â
âBecause you are a face I have not seen before. Those who love music and those who are loved by music will have visited this place sooner or later.â
The old man asserted his words with such sincere belief.
âThose who love music will immediately be obsessed with the instruments here. Those who are loved by music are people my eyes immediately recognize. So, yes, I can tell. Will you let me see your face?â
And then he beckoned her to come closer.
âMy, my, I am surprised. It seems like you are the latter.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYour ears, the corner of your eyes, your features. You appear to be an elf.â
âI am an elf, butâŠâ
Frieren didnât immediately catch the drift of the conversation.
âI have something I want people like you to have.â
After saying, âWait for me,â the old man turned on his heel and took out a small wooden box from the back of the store and opened it. Inside was a palm-sized ocarina-like musical instrument.
The instrumentâs intricate design was obvious even to the untrained eye.
âThis is the Möglich. [2]â
âMöglich?â
âIts other name is âthe Impossibleâ [2]. Itâs an instrument said to take a hundred years to master.â
âI once heard the horn is said to be the most difficult instrument in the world for humans to play.â
Frieren replied, recalling the boy from the marching band earlier. She remembered him struggling to play.
âThat is a topic for ordinary humans. This instrument, however, was originally made by elves. You seem to be unaware of this.â
âThatâs right. I didnât know. Though itâs not strange if some elf did invent something like that.â
Frieren knew some of her own kind who spent so many years just killing time. [3]
âMy great-grandfather inherited the Möglich, and he analyzed its structure. Apparently, it is impossible to produce a sound with this instrument unless they continue infusing in a small amount of mana while maintaining a perfect equilibrium. It would take more than ten years to produce a proper sound on this instrument. Fifty years is not even enough for an experienced mage to play one tune with it.â
âReally?â Frieren replied vaguely, not making it clear whether she was interested or not.
âI heard after one hundred years of diligently studying it, the sound one can play from this instrument is unparalleled.â
In fact, the old shopkeeper spent his life trying to master it. However, it was impossible for him to master the instrument as he did not possess any magical power. He could not even make it produce a sound.
âThere is yet no one who has mastered it, much less know how to play it, so this instrument is still for sale, waiting for a buyer.â
The instrument had this eye-popping price tag. It was an amount that could already buy a house, and there was no way Frieren could afford it, not with the travelling-expenses-money she had on hand.
Of course, Frieren had no intention to buy it.
Certainly, it was rather interesting a fellow elf spent part of their long life in the form of developing this musical instrument. What kind of elf are they? Why did they give it to humans?
Most likely, she felt that this might be no more than a prank. It was an instrument that made sounds that could not be produced within the very short, fleeting lives of humans, after all.
âI am here because I want to hear the Möglichâs melodies one day. I have long sought for that timbre no words can describe. For so many years, this whole time. I eagerly awaited any who loved music or is loved by music to come here and finally fulfill my wish. It might be an impossible dream now, but I feel the guidance of the Goddess is at work that I am able to meet you, an elf.â
âIâm sorry, butâŠâ
âI have no need for your money.â
âI canât pay, then.â
âI want an elf like you to have it.â The old shopkeeper said with a strong tone.
His eyes held no arrogance on them, as if he was pushing his impossible dream onto someone else, but instead were filled with unadulterated hope.
ââŠâŠâŠâ
After some hesitation, Frieren replied.
âIf thereâs no other buyers, Iâll think about it. This should be bought by someone who should own it though.â
âI see⊠Come back. I am sure you will.â
âIâll be back. I plan on staying here for a while.â
The old man, as if to remind himself, called out to Frieren as she was about to leave.
âWhat is your name?â
âFrieren.â
âWhat a fine name. A name loved by music.â
2.
The dusk was casting its shadow over the city by the time she left the music store.
Frieren felt how the cityâs tune changed between day and night.
Unlike the bustling daytime and the soundless midnight, the comforting evening was like a soft breeze caressing her cheeks.
Letâs have dinner, Frieren thought.
During the time she traveled with Himmel and their party, Himmel always decided where they would eat. He had this exceptional ability to find out any restaurant that had what Frieren and the others wanted without them telling him what they were in the mood to eat.
How did you know? She once asked him at the dinner table.
âYou all have this way of showing what youâre thinking on your faces.â
Himmel smiled as he said this.
âHeiterâs face now has the color of a ditch.â
Eisen took a glance at the drunkard next to him.
âWhat?!â
Heiter looked back at Frieren, his face looking like an undead. He was so dead drunk he couldnât tell the difference between Eisen and Frieren.
âYou reek of booze.â
Frieren kicked him while Himmel laughed.
âFrieren, you see, I enjoy nothing more than having a meal with the four of us like this. I choose the food every one of us like as I want to make sure we all have a good time.â
She recalled wondering even then if it was the answer to her question.
She then looked at the restaurant now in front of her and thought it had the same appearance and atmosphere as the one from that time.
This restaurant, called Parlante [3], was such a calm place it was like it was not her first time entering it.
âWhat did Himmel like?â
Thinking back, Himmel always ordered his food last. It was often a different dish from theirs, or he would choose a dish that was easy to share between the four of them.
After that, he would portion out his food little by little, share that, and say, âIsnât it more fun to have a variety of dishes at once?â
They had eaten around the table in as many places as she could remember. They partook of seafood when they were in coastal towns, they ate wild greens and hunted game in campgrounds, and they particularly were fond of each regionâs local specialties.
âThe food that can only be eaten in the place youâre in becomes a shared memory with the people you went in with. Even if you forget, youâll remember again when you go there and eat the local food. Thatâs how I want to travel.â
Frieren remembered them talking about this one day, so she then called the waiter.
âIs there any dish you can only eat at this restaurant?â
Would Himmel be surprised to find out she had started thinking like that? Or would he laugh and say, âItâs written on your face,â as if he had already predicted this would happen?
The waiter flipped carefully through the menu pages.
âOur specialty is the l'oeuf omelette [4], made of ten chicken eggs. This dish has four servings, so shall I bring you a quarter of that?â
âNo, Iâll order it as it is. If I canât finish it all, Iâll have the rest on take-out.â
This dish, which was loved by well-known musicians, was bigger than expected and took up a large space on the table.
The evening for one person went on, her recalling that lively dinner table she once shared with others.
3.
It has been a month since she stayed, but she had been so distracted by the magic tool shops and the cityscapes, she wasnât able to fully explore the small city.
Every time she passed the music store, however, the old shopkeeper would enthusiastically call Frierenâs name.
It had become routine for both of them to exchange small greetings.
It wasnât particularly a trouble to Frieren, but somehow, she felt like going somewhere a bit different for today.
Not far off the city center, there was a street lined with monuments of musicians. Some were well-known, but others were unknown to Frieren.
At the end of the line, however, she found a rather out-of-place statue.
It was a bust of Himmel holding a violin. It was probably commissioned by the time he was travelling alone in neighboring countries after the Demon Kingâs defeat.
âHe was here, tooâŠâ Frieren muttered unconsciously.
His eyes were closed, but his facial expression on the chin rest conveyed such a strong will. This must be the work of a skilled craftsman. One could tell a lot of time was spent making the statue. The finish it had was unique even among the more than one hundred types of heroesâ statues.
âSo, he could play such a musical instrument.â
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She muttered those words to herself, not wanting anyone else to hear, but from behind her came an unexpected response.
âItâs just as Master Himmel said.â
When Frieren turned around, she saw the speaker was an old woman. There was quite a gap between the womanâs voice, which was quite youthful, and the womanâs elderly appearance. The woman continued with a well-projected voice.
âMight you be Lady Frieren?â
ââŠâŠ?â
For a few moments, Frieren couldnât understand the words directed at her.
âWhat do you mean?â
âMaster Himmel said that when he came here before.â
The old woman, using skillful vocal acrobatics, reenacted her and Himmelâs state during that time.
âOne day in the future, a mage named Frieren will visit this city. I want to make a statue that will serve as a landmark for her.â
âA landmark? Wonât everyone just stop in front of Master Himmel instead?â
âIâm sure they will. But Iâm also sure theyâll recognize her immediately as she gazes at me.â
âIs that how it is?â
âYes, it is.â
The old woman cleared her throat once, ending her little performance. Frieren felt it was strange, given the woman was surprisingly good at imitating voices. She was then told the woman was a former star performer at a circus troupe. It was no wonder that the womanâs voice carried through strongly.
âMy apologies for the late introduction. My name is Flöte [5]. I got too excited at meeting you, Lady Frieren. This is embarrassingâŠâ
Her cheeks blushed, a complete change from moments earlier when she was still acting with different voice tones.
âI witnessed a good performance.â
âIâm glad to hear that.â
Flöte smiled like a blooming flower.
âIt seems like the statue was worth making.â
âMaster Himmel lamented the statue wasnât enough to convey his charm to the public.â
âHimmel would probably say that.â
Frieren then wiped the rust off the bronze statueâs flowy hair with a rag she carried.
âIf only there was a âspell that removes rust from bronze statuesâ, this clean-up would be easier.â
âLet me help you.â
âItâs all right. I can do it on my own. So, why did Himmel say that?â
As all the rust was wiped off and the statueâs smile returned, the old woman answered Frieren with a mysterious look on her face.
âI have a favor to ask of you, Lady Frieren.â
She said it so apologetically that Frieren got an anxious expression.
ââŠWhatâs the reward?â
âA grimoire with the âspell to record sounds in a bookâ.â
At that point, Frieren broke into a smile.
âAll right, Iâm in.â
4.
âSo, you want to dispel a spell that will not dispel until the caster dies?â
Frieren asked again, repeating the old womanâs words.
âThatâs rather difficult. Nearly impossible, even.â
 ââIâm sure Frieren will do itâ, thatâs what Master Himmel told me before.â
âThatâs absurd.â
âIâm also embarrassed to say⊠I am the caster in question.â
âIâm not getting the situation. What do you mean?â
âI ought to speak in order, then.â
 As the old woman said this, she began narrating her personal history.
Flöte was not born in the Capelle region, but in a family of mages, and her parents moved to the area as they hated the horrors of war, and there they established a magical circus troupe. She didnât originally want to join the troupe, but due to the education she received, she was able to use various magic spells back then.
One of those spells was the âspell to erase one memory until deathâ. It would be a terrible spell if abused by others, but the spell was restricted so that it can only be cast on oneself.
There were many rumors about its effectiveness, which were never true. Some people said it reminded them of the moment of death where oneâs whole life flashed before oneâs eyes, while others said it meant like being buried in eternal darkness.
In any case, it was a mysterious kind of magic.
One day, when she was 15 years old, having mastered the spell at such a young age, she then cast it upon herself.
Since then, Flöte had lost that one memory, even until now.
âIn short, I want to dispel that oblivion spell I casted upon myself.â
âWhat memory did you erase?â
âThatâs the thing: I donât know. I did erase it, after all.â
With downcast eyes, she connected her words.
âHowever, I began to wonder if I did lose something important on a whim, especially as I grew older and get closer to death. If, due to the heat of the moment, I buried that memory I shouldnât have lost with the magic spell I learned, at least, I want to remember what it is before I die. Iâm sorry, you might think of this as a selfish request.â
The old woman finally spoke in a voice appropriate for her age.
âWhen Master Himmel was in the city, I got an opportunity to tell him about it. He then told me about you, Lady Frieren. That Lady Frieren is sure to do something about it.â
Observing Frieren carefully, the old woman then appealed to her.
âPlease, will you grant my request? I want to spend the little time I have left, which will pass in the blink of an eye, without any regrets.â
The old woman spoke eloquently, but Frieren didnât reply, seemingly getting lost in her thoughts.
She walked through the city after, letting time pass, and when night came, she booked a room in a tavern.
Late at night, when the tavern earlier filled with cheerful music finally went quiet, the events of the day came to Frierenâs thoughts as she leafed through the pages of her grimoire.
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5.
âThis journey must have been a blink of an eye for you,â Himmel said.
The comment came as perfectly natural as picking vegetables in the market.
âIâve almost died so many times, but now that Iâve made it here, everything feels so nostalgic.â
After the Demon Kingâs defeat, Himmel continued on as he rode the shaky carriage back to the Royal Capital.
âFrieren. I know you donât think of this as nostalgic yet, but the day will come when you remember this journey, us, and this moment. I donât know when that will be. Maybe after I die. Even so, Iâm sure youâll be able to laugh and say, âThat was a silly journey, wasnât it?ââ
âItâs too early for the serious talk! We havenât truly defeated the Demon King until we return home!â
Heiter continued to tease them while smiling.
âWell, we still have requests to fulfill.â
On his return to the Royal Capital, Himmel received many requests. He took on small tasks to help people, fixing roads, even searching for lost things.
Their current request back then was from the village undertaker, who asked them to eliminate a monster that only reacted to human corpses.
When asked for more details, the undertaker said there was a dragon blocking the only bridge that connected the village and the town. Since the dragon damaging the area only occurred when corpses were carried away, it was concluded that the dragon had the tendency to target only corpses.
It didnât respond to scarecrows, and pretending to be dead didnât work on it either. Since it only paid attention to real human corpses, Frieren guessed it might have eyes that could detect whether a person is alive or dead.
âIâll act as bait.â
Himmel spoke resolutely, as he always did.
âYou just defeated the Demon King, and you want to die here?â Eisen said. âStop being reckless!â
âEven Eisen, who doesnât die even if he was eaten by monsters, is useless this time, huh.â
âHeiter, shut up.â
Frieren looked at the two badmouthing each other and then asked.
âCanât we just borrow a corpse?â
âWe canât do that, Frieren.â
Himmel continued, as if to admonish her.
âA dead person is the image of a life lived fully. We canât recklessly put that in danger. Besides, even if Iâll be acting as bait, I wonât truly die. Frieren, you can put me in a state of suspended animation, yes?â
âA state of suspended animation?â
She once casted the âspell to encase a living creature on iceâ on a ferocious enormous fish. Himmel must have that time in mind when he said this.
âAre you sure? If I make a slight mistake, youâll truly die.â
âYou can do it, right?â
âI donât know.â
Frieren shrugged her shoulders andâŠ
âJust do it this time. Youâre capable of it, after all.â
âGo for it!â
Heiter and Eisen happily cheered.
âI donât know what will happen.â
Himmel stood on top of the bridge as Frieren took out her staff.
âFrieren. Fire at me.â
A flash of mana concentrated on the staffâs tip then enveloped Himmel. The air around froze, and Himmel quietly collapsed.
Soon after, a very large shadow appeared on the bridge. A dragon came on sight. As it circled the sky above, it went straight at Himmel, as if it had set its sights on him. Its piercing eyes and the sharp claws it brought out now loomed nearer.
Facing that, a large swing of the warrior Eisenâs axe violently exploded.
A heavy, dull sound echoed throughout the area.
White smoke and cold air blended, then wafted away as if they were thawing. One could see that Eisen was the last one standing.
Frieren then promptly used the âspell to warm up the skinâ on Himmelâs cold body.
Regaining his breath, Himmel smiled at Frieren with a reddened face.
âSee? I told you; you can do it.â
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6.
Frieren snapped her grimoire shut.
âThe âspell to erase one memory until deathâ, huh.â
The next day, as the morning sun rose, the city became slowly filled with sound.
Frieren woke up on the hard floor far from her bed, and with bed hair she went to Flöteâs house.
It was to put a theory into practice. This was a drastic measure, but in Frierenâs opinion this measure would work.
âLady Frieren, good morning. Did you find out anything?â
The old womanâs voice seemed refreshed.
âYouâll have to die.â
âHuh?â
âThatâs why Iâll put you into the state of suspended animation.â
ââŠâŠâ
There was a moment of confusion from the old woman, then silence. However, after a while, she looked like she had made up her mind.
âPlease. Iâll do whatever it takes.â
As soon as she heard those words, Frieren gently raised her staff.
âLie on the bed. Iâm starting.â
âIâll do whatever it takes, indeed, but are you all right with thisâŠ?â
âIâve done it once before. I can do it.â
âIf Lady Frieren says so, then it will be all right. Please do so.â
The spell Frieren casted on the old woman enveloped the latterâs body, and for a moment her body stiffened.
Soon after, however, the old womanâs body regained movement, just like how coloring paint flowed when dissolved in water. She then wore this childlike expression, showing a trace of the young girl she once was.
âHow are you?â Frieren asked shortly after. âYou technically have died once, so your memory should be back.â
âHahaha⊠I was worried like a childâŠâ
The old woman seemed to have recovered her lost memory.
As an adolescent, she didnât want to join the magical circus troupe. Instead, she yearned for a particular musical instrument.
âThe Möglich, the instrument said to take a hundred years to masterâŠâ
She strongly yearned for it, but it was too expensive, and she could not spend a hundred years on it, so as a child, she thought she could just forget it existed.
So, she sealed that memory instead. She put the lid on that unattainable wish and began to live on reality.
âIâm glad I remembered⊠Iâll put my life on the line even if it takes years before I reached my dream, and Iâll start learning from now on.â
âI see. Then, you should have that instrument.â
As the Möglich was an instrument which used magical power to produce sound, without doubt, it would be a good match for Flöte, who was a mage.
âIâll tell the music store shopkeeper. That there is this customer who has wanted it for a long time.â
âOh, no. Are you truly sure?â
âI want someone who loves music more than me to have it, you see.â
âThank you very much. Lady Frieren, I cannot thank you enough.â
âI get rewarded anyways, soâŠâ
âYes, youâre right.â The old woman took out a grimoire from her bookshelf. âThis is the grimoire with the âspell to record sounds in a bookâ. Iâm ashamed to say I have already recorded various sounds in this bookâŠâ
Flöteâs eyes went downcast as she said this, just like when she and Frieren first met.
âIt sounds like a strange hobby, isnât it? As it was routine for me to travel to various places as part of the magical circus troupe, I had a lot of once-in-a-lifetime chance encounters, and I wanted to preserve them in some form. The local people and the sounds from nature became my source of support. Among these are the recordings of my meetings with Master Himmel.â
âThis isnât a strange hobby. Himmel would have said the same.â
Frieren said she would return the grimoire when she finished reading it, then left the room.
On the same day, Frieren went to Restaurant Parlante, which was now a completely familiar place for her, and ordered an omelette. When she went to bed with a full stomach, she then opened the grimoire the old woman gave her.
Just as Flöte said, the grimoire had sounds from various ages, places, genders of people⊠some of them were sounds from nature, some being the noise of daily lives.
âYou⊠you look familiar.â
Was this how the old music store shopkeeper sounded like when he was younger?
âIâll have the ten-egg l'oeuf omelette, please!â
The voice of a very well-known musician continued.
âThis time, Iâm thinking of starting a marching band in this city.â
âOne day in the future, a mage named Frieren will visit this city. I want to make a statue that will serve as a landmark for her.â
She heard Himmelâs voice as she turned a page. His voice was a bit different from the last time she met him, but it was still Himmelâs voice from her memories. It felt nostalgic, too.
And she realized that Flöteâs voice imitation before was a bit exaggerated.
âPlease pose quickly! Youâre just holding a violinâŠ!â
This was probably the heartbroken cry of the craftsman who made that Himmel bust.
It seemed like Flöte, as a young girl, followed her interests and recorded these sounds from the various places she went, and the chance encounters she cherished. Frieren could just imagine how she looked like during then.
ââŠâŠâŠâ
It might not be a bad idea to retrace that journey with everyone, she thought, looking at the east towards the Royal Capital.
In the end, Frieren decided to leave after staying in the city for around three months.
When she said goodbye to the music store shopkeeper, he excitedly said, âFlöte loves music and is loved by music.â He said the old woman mastered producing sounds on the Möglich at an extraordinarily fast pace, something that would have normally taken ten years.
After all, it was appropriate for those who should own it to have it.
As she was preparing herself to leave with these thoughts in mind, a marching band passed by in front of the tavern.
The boy playing the horn had grown taller in a short time, and his hat now fitted him better. His fingers holding the horn now had calluses on them, and his blowing on it sounded less labored than before.
The sound was brave and gentle, but eventually became grainy.
A celebratory fanfare sounding like a parade salute echoed on Frierenâs back as she left the city.
(END)
Translatorâs Notes:
[1] Written as ă«ăă㏠in katakana. I decided to translate it as âCapelleâ, as the word means âthe private orchestra or band of a prince or churchâ, which is a reference to the marching band in this short novel.
[2] Written as ăĄăŒăŻăȘă in katakana. In German, âmöglichâ means âpossibleâ.
[3] Written as ăă«ă©ăłă in katakana. âParlanteâ means âa piece of music to be sung or played in the style of a recitativeâ.
[4] In French, "l'oeuf" means "egg". In short, this word is just a fancy term for "egg omelettes".
[5] Written as ăăŹăŒă in katakana. In German, âFlöteâ means âfluteâ or âwhistleâ.
[6] Frieren was most likely thinking of Milliarde, an elf friend of hers who first appeared in Chapter 69.
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St Margaret Meeting
excerpt in translation from the 1920 work A Door, Once Opened by Clarissa Bellamy.
L'aer bisan de harvest feya mornç ag gien d'Evangelin cant i quaucau par Rout San Margaret, con sy mantel raffleyant dereðr. The crisp autumn air nipped at Evangeline's cheeks as she hurried down St Margaret's Lane, her cloak billowing behind her.
Cayen l'yeul a Londr un aucoum vivaç des y commovenç de marcant e carrot, eð y fler de castagn stant attost ðolen des y vagn d'un vençour proism. The streets of London were alive with the bustle of merchants and carriages, and the scent of roasting chestnuts wafted from a nearby vendor's cart.
I clignau y picq pachet fassað ne papir broun contr sy peitrin, ogl lançant la por garantir ig l'oc remaneus fast. She clutched the small parcel wrapped in brown paper to her chest, glancing at it to ensure it remained secure.
Cant l'approisma y torn vars Rout Hawthorn oc menant vars y livrer de Cavendish, un figur smargoy des vogt dy foscur. As she approached the turn onto Hawthorn Street that led to Cavendish's bookshop, a figure emerged from the shadows.
Y domn sta cort naðusc eð i porta un curtel de bilrod plen, con sy visaç vellað par un capel nell'eutað e lað d'orlaç. The woman was rather short and wore a dress of rich billrod, her face obscured by a fashionable wide-brimmed hat.
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To the anon looking for queer spaces in Dublin the Outhouse on Capel Street is a fantastic resource, thereâs a CafĂ© there (sausage rolls are đ€đŒ), queer library and they host a huge variety of events/workshops.
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Up this morning to a lovely view above Folkstone after lying down to a beautiful sunset. There's not too much further to go on my journey, so it's time to get at it!
Back up the last of the cliffside and it's a roll across to Capel-le-Ferne, where the streets are nice and quiet in the still air of the morning.
I head down past the Battle of Britain memorial and down the road to cross over the A20 as I say farewell to the faithful NCN Route 2. I've been following it on-off since the other side of Exeter, but with it terminating shortly ahead I take to the road for a long zoom down into the centre of Dover.
Around the streets and taking a stopoff for supplies, I carry on to the east of town to connect with the start of NCN Route 1 and begin a slog up around the castle overlooking the Channel.
Around the castle, it's time for a push uphill as I climb up atoo Dover's iconic White Cliffs, overlooking the busy ferry port and with France visible across the water.
Off around the clifftops, it's a long gradual descent through St Margaret's Bay and down some leafy lanes for an enjoyable easy ride to the waterside at Kingsdown.
It's a lovely long stretch of dedicated cycle pathing here, with the path lined with honeysuckle and it's wonderful aroma filling the air as I follow the trail all the way through Deal.
The route hits the roads once more to head around the expansive estate lands around the coast before heading through to the ancient town of Sandwich, where I cross the old toll bridge to head onto Route 15 as it loops around the north east edge of Kent.
I have an run alongaide the A256 awhile as it heada northwards, before turning off at Ebbsfleet to ride through the pretty surroundings of Pegwell Bay Country Park, with a view of the cliffs around Ramsgate ahead.
Entering Ramsgate, it's back to the roads again for a trek through the streets over the clifftops, before dropping back to sea level again past the busy harbour and sunny beach.
It's another climb back up the cliffs on the other side of the harbour, but then on to a nice wide area atop the cliffs out of traffic, with a lovely run of riding to be had as I head further around the coastline.
On around the top of the cliffs I carry on, past the busy streets of Broadstairs and down to an extensive promenade section after Botany Bay Beach.
The promenade runs for miles past Margate, offering a great coastal ride out of traffic. Unfortunately several sections are closed off to cycling by local council by-laws despite being a part of a National Cycle Route, and I take to the road above the beaches once again.
After Minnis Bay there's some great going along the top of the coastal defense walls, with a long ride westward to the old Roman fort at Reculver.
NCN 15 heads up over the hills on some grassy trails from here, which isn't ideal whilst I'm nursing a buckled wheel, but with the miles ticking down I'm in a bullish mood and set the legs spinning to charge my way up and over.
Back onto the paved roads on the other side, the route heads in through Herne Bay, with a view of the Isle of Sheppey ahead.
I carey on my way around the roads to head through to Margate, where I stop off for a needed refuel and resupply. An idea is forming in my head, which those who remember my LEJOG ride may guess at, and top up on a few additional provisions.
Route 15 reconnects with Route 1 here, which I jump back onto as it heads through Seasalter and around the wayerside before heading through the farmlands to roll into Faversham.
I'm not in much mood for stopping and keep the legs pumping as the route heads back out around the nuce surroundings of Oare Gunpowder Works Country Park.
The meandering route is starting to add a lot of unnecessary mileage at this point in the day, so I drop onto the London Road as it charts a straighter course along through some quiet villages and into the town of Sittingbourne.
With evening approaching, I'd usually be hunting for a spot to rest up for the night at this point. However, It's not a terrible distance further to the crossing at Dartford, and after that is the final home stretch to go past Southend-on-Sea. I've no need to pace myself if the journey's end is in sight. So, it's time for some charging onward through the night.
Riding through the roads feels like it'd be very unsafe but the long A2 is well furnished with pavement through these dense urban and suburban areas, meaning I can happily plod along out of traffic and slowly make my way.
As I write this, the sun has gone down and I'm giving the legs a break beside the road at Rainham. It's around 20 miles to Dartford, then 40 more to the finish line.
Let's do this!
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"Hello, is that Shauna's Pet Shop? On Capel Street? Do you sell koi and do you have one that looks exactly like the picture I'm about to send you, also I need it in a real hurry."
Imagine being the last owner of Hanako, that 226 year old Japanese koi that was spawned in 1751 and died in 1977. A fish that outlived 7 emperors. A fish that survived the Second World War. And she dies in your care. I would never recover.
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BLOOMSDAY 2024 - JOIN THE BALLOONATICS
BALLOONATICS are back once again on June 16 and will be spanning the day with on-location recreations of Ulysses in Dublin city centre.
Join us on Bloomsday throughout the day: we are presenting three theatrical walks (no booking required) and our traditional evening performance in Wynnâs Hotel for which advance booking is advised.
This yearâs performers are: Mark Wale, Chris Bilton, Paul OâHanrahan and musician, John Goudie.
STREET THEATRE TOURS (free of charge; cash contribution at end appreciated)
8 am Breakfast at the Blooms
Meet at the corner of Eccles and Dorset Street.
Bloom prepares separate breakfasts for himself and his wife and takes a stroll to the nearby butcher. This tour follows the âCalypsoâ episode of Ulysses, chapter 4.
10.30 am Bloom collects a letter
Meet at Westland Row, opposite Pearse Station entrance, under the bridge.
This tour follows Bloomâs journey to church and chemist in the âLotus-Eatersâ episode of Ulysses, chapter 5.
3 p.m. Bloomâs afternoon dodges
Meet on the wide side of Grattan Bridge over the Liffey.
This tour visits sites linked with the âSirensâ and âCyclopsâ episodes of Ulysses, chapters 11 and 12, and explores Capel Streetâs Joyce connections.
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End your Bloomsday evening at this convivial Joyce gathering in this historic hotel.
This year's Balloonatics performance is
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The performance will be followed by audience readings, all welcome to participate.
Advance booking recommended: tickets on Eventbrite, âŹ13 plus booking fee (âŹ15 on door, if not sold out)
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The school was founded in 1870 as the Preparatory High School for Colored Youth. Ît became known as M Street High School (1891-1916). When its location was changed from M Street, the school was renamed (1916) for the noted African-American poet, Paul Laurence Dunbar.
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I will once again list some whopper cafes in Dublin so please do check them out -Â
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Mind The Step on Millenium Walkway (one of the only late-night cafes left in the city centre)Â
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The Duck on Clonliffe Road (if youâre near Croke Park, they do lovely iced tea too!)
Nellyâs Cafe in the Drumcondra Community Center, Drumcondra (get the italian sausage melt, itâs AMAZING)
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Kakilang on Bachelorâs Walk (fluffy Japanese pancakes and boba)
Kaph on Drury Street (3FE coffee, so fucking good)
The Twirly Gate in Chapelizod (a little out of the way, but really beautiful food and right next to the Phoenix Park)
I can recommend lots of others that, lets be real here, do far superior coffee to any shite they make in Starbucks and Pret, and theyâre much friendlier in terms of price, menu and staffing. I try to get a bag of roasted espresso coffee in lots of different places all the time. If you see a cafe that has an ARIOSA or a 3FE sign, you know youâre getting good coffee so go wild.Â
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Maximizing Space: Organizational Tips for Large Storage Sheds in Capel
Capel residents who invest in large storage sheds understand the importance of having ample space to store and organize belongings. Maximizing the potential of these sheds involves strategic organization to make the most of the available square footage. Whether you're using your large storage shed for personal or commercial purposes, here are some organizational tips to enhance efficiency and functionality.
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Install Storage Systems: Consider installing modular storage systems or cabinets to optimize storage efficiency. These systems provide designated spaces for specific items, preventing clutter and making it easier to keep track of belongings.
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